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The year is 1942 and it is a perfect spring morning in Kansas. It’s warm, warm enough for sundresses and booty shorts. My name is Bandit. I wear a light blue cloak and a white mask over the cloak on my face. Some Shy Guy like to wear the mask for traditional reasons but I am different, I wear mine to hide my battle scars from Yoshi from the game Super Mario World 2: Yoshi’s Island. That dinosaur has stripped me of all confidence and drive in life but recently I’ve met someone who has changed my passion for the world. Her name is Sabrina. Sabrina being female may be strange to you as we are all known as Shy Guy but we all have different bodies underneath our cloaks and thus, there are also Shy Gals. Sabrina wears a green cloak but when she is outside the game she prefers sundresses, booty shorts, t-shirts and she never wears a bra. Breasts of her size would normally need copious amounts of support but hers are unlike any others, bouncy, perky and the right amount of squish. Her long blonde hair falls over the curve of her back and just lands on her shelf of an ass. Our shy guy cloak costume is only worn not to sexualize our bodies in a children’s game. There was a test run version of Super Mario World that showed us without cloaks and in our usual clothes but the audience deemed the females too curvaceous and sexy and the men were too obviously hung like bears. By nature, Shy Guy are dummy thicc and have perfect bodies in all senses.

I go to Sabrina’s house for dinner. It’s Saturday, July 18th, it is our 6 month anniversary and we are making a big step in our relationship. We are going to have sex for the first time. We both are confident in each other and we trust each other more than anyone else in the world. We are in love. I arrive at her Victorian mansion style house a little after 6. She greets me at the door wearing nothing but a chef’s apron and a pair of black high heels. We are in love. The house is all wood floors with elegant staircases. I can smell turkey, mashed potatoes and a pumpkin pie. She leads me back to the kitchen but drops her phone on purpose. She bends over, keeping her legs straight showing me everything I could ever desire; her tight ♥♥♥♥♥ and her supple ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥. I slowly walk up to her and I grab what is mine, she squeals and her ass has never felt a hand so strong grab it before. Sabrina turns her head looking up at me, then bites her lip and smiles. She hits my hand away and I follow her into the kitchen. Before we make our plates she takes the stuffing out of the turkey. Her hand goes into the turkey and she pulls out the stuffing while staring into my eyes. She is doing the opposite of what I plan to do. She is pulling out. We are in love. We open a bottle of a $200 pinot, my treat to her, and we drink as we eat. She stares me down and eats every bite like it was my throbbing ♥♥♥♥ in her mouth. We are in love. After eating she takes off the chef apron, hangs it in the kitchen and leads me upstairs. As she walks in front of me I can see her ass, swaying side to side at every step. I keep my hands to myself. Her room is candle-lit and has rose petals everywhere; on her bed, the floor and now on her. Before I entered the room she had partially covered herself in the petals too, shielding my eyes from seeing her full body. Two steps in the door and she tells me to stop. ‘Take them off … all of them’. I take off my shirt, button by button going down and glancing up at Sabrina, trying to see any part of her body I hadn’t seen before while revealing myself to her. I remove my pants and my socks. I am almost fully exposed. Sabrina looks and me and says ‘Come here, I can do the rest’. I walk over and she grabs my waist, slides my boxers down my ass but the strap gets caught over my raging ♥♥♥♥ ready to be used by this woman. She keeps pulling and when my boxers go down by ♥♥♥♥ flies back up and bludgeons my girlfriend in the jaw and she is in pain. We are in love. She moans and says ‘again… I want it again’. I swing my ♥♥♥♥ down and hit her again. She moans. I repeat this until I can’t take waiting anymore. I grab her head, she opens her mouth and I insert my wide ♥♥♥♥ into her mouth. She’s choking but I put it further and further until I am all the way in and deep down her throat. I slowly pull it out as she can hardly breathe and once it is out shes breathing hard but looks at me like she wanted that, she needed that. I grab her pitch black, dark hips and flip her over on the bed, her golden hair falling over her body like sunlight and shadows under a palm tree. Her ♥♥♥♥♥ and ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ stare into my soul. I drag her body towards me on the bed and push my erect serpent against her love flower. I hesitate. Suddenly I place my palm on her lower back and force her into the mating crouch, causing her to make a sound unfortunately close to kermit the frog. I switch destinations without warning to her anus, twisting as I enter as a small apology for the dryness of my penis and the lack of lube. I look at her face, peering through her blonde hair like I peered through the Venetian blinds of my childhood. I saw vacancy, delirium and pain. Was it the anal? Had I ruined this desert rose, placed it in the sea of my love? I pushed onwards, increasing the frequency of my strokes, watching her eyes, listening to her sounds. The love took a backseat to lust, she couldn’t see my eyes, and I worried. I decided to pull out and flip her on top of me, maybe the anal was making this unpleasant, and I had to change something. As she guided my penis into her vagina I looked at her. She seemed embarrassed. As she rode me, she threw herself into me and out of me, and I fell in and out of love. Away she seemed so distant, so empty, so fragile, like a butterfly over the ocean, a temporary existence of forced bliss. When she threw herself back in her touch was warm and I forgot it all. I finished inside of her, and she crawled off, slowly, the deed was done, the song had played. She was now a bird rather than an angel to me, a seal rather than a mermaid. I looked at her for a minute and put back on my cloak and mask. I had no words. Her empty eyes welled as she looked at me. “Thank you”, said Sabrina. I started to reply “It was my…” but I couldn’t finish. I hugged her, this wasn’t love. I’m not in love.

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